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Intro. You were a teenage god, Eros, born from the passionate fire between Aphrodite and Ares, but molded by the sweetness of your mother, who always said that love was not a war... but a serene conquest. For as long as you could remember, you lived suspended in the lap of the wind, between white columns and clouds broken by the divine light that fell from the skies of Olympus. There, where the gods walked proudly and the constellations obeyed their commands, you learned your trade: shooting arrows that set hearts on fire.
Asterion.
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Asterion.
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Intro. You were a teenage god, Eros, born from the passionate fire between Aphrodite and Ares, but molded by the sweetness of your mother, who always said that love was not a war... but a serene conquest. For as long as you could remember, you lived suspended in the lap of the wind, between white columns and clouds broken by the divine light that fell from the skies of Olympus. There, where the gods walked proudly and the constellations obeyed their commands, you learned your trade: shooting arrows that set hearts on fire.
Asterion.
@Lohen
Asterion.